If life is but memory of
Things past, remembrances and
One has none, if one cannot recall
A face, an eye,
The color thereof
A day at the lake or
The cars one has owned
If life is memory, and one has none
Today I moved a papasan chair
Remarked but thirty minutes
Later on it’s pinkness only
To be told it is blue
When a person despairs
Because they have sent you a picture
Numerous times that
You cannot recall
And will not send again
Who can say they are wrong
Or when I corralled myself
Into the wrong hair color group
For in my minds eye
I could not even know
My own color hair
Sure it’s a laugh and one plays along
But
If
Life is
Memory and one has none
There was a time i
thought I was merely careless
And with some mindfulness
My memory would improve
But now I know
A broken mind
Unable to retrieve
What others easily recall
If life is memory
And one has none
Broken broken broken
And despair
PWS 2023.05.04
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